They won't have me, but I love this place.
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The rural life is broken, the farmlands gone to chaff.
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My hands are idle, my mind needs rest,
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the toil of the decent and the sleep of the best.
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I sit in diners with the old men,
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they talk of work cause it's all they ever did.
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They gave their hearts to Jesus and got serious
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They gave up their drinking and worked for this nothing.
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All this love to offer, all this love to waste.
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All this love to offer, all this love to waste.
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There's a lame dog on the highway
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where the old road used to be.
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Now you know what divides us
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Is just a difference someone made.
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Some got tired of trying, some were just too scared to stay.
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We gave ourselves to nothing and we let 'em have their day.
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Now who's gonna do the planting?
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Who's gonna pray for rain?
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Who's gonna keep the farmland
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from the sub-division man?
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All this love to offer, all this love to waste.
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They Won't Have Me
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| Indigo Girls |
